I-m not the prettiest girl in the world. Definitely not the best shinobi, either. In fact, I-m the exact opposite of best. I-d rather live peacefully and not fight, but my blood won-t allow that. I am of the Hyuuga clan, masters of the Byakugan and the Gentle Fist fighting style. Maybe I could become a better shinobi, and live up to my family name.

I-ve always tried my hardest, although I could never seem to improve. I know how to stop the flow of chakra and attack from within. But I always fell short, and failed when it mattered most. I always felt like I was holding my teammates back. Maybe, just maybe, I could grow stronger.Then there-s him.

I always stutter and blush around him, but somehow I feel more confident inside. Because I know he-s not perfect, and is resented because of his many failures. Just like me.

Maybe he-ll notice me someday. Maybe we could live together, and fill the voids within each other. Maybe I could forget about my heritage as the heir to the Hyuuga clan, and he could forget about his destiny as the vessel for the Nine-Tails demon.

I still remember that day. When he first acknowledged me, I felt the urge to fight harder, regardless of what could have happened to me. I feel as though I have changed since then; even if not by much, I have grown stronger. All because of him.

And then we talked. I finally had enough courage to tell him how he inspired me. And he listened! Even told me a bit about himself! Maybe...

Maybe I have become a better shinobi. Maybe he has noticed me.Дата публикации: 16.01.2008Прочитано: 2654 раз